Despite the Salted Roads


When frigid winds blow and trees of bare branch sway, its the aesthetically pleasing snow that makes me want to stay. 


Despite the salted roads or the windshield scraper hymns.  It's all worth it for a chance to see it all again. 


There's peace within it's glimmer, In the tufts of white mystique. I gaze into its wonder as it falls into the streets.  


Gathered at my window both my thoughts and flakes of snow. It's true I love the summer's pace...but winter; 

nice and slow.

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